The flower of love
brings us together
as her thorns
tear our patience raw
Who can describe this
beating heart?
The warm blood that runs
in rivulets like wine,
the celestial pull that
unites weary souls
amidst the daily chaos,
the swelling desire, cloaked
in generations' sanctity,
forgiving eternal bonds
in a sacred fire that
cannot be extinguished.
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